Alfresco slightly sweaty #SundayGutters

Dog walking with my dad bod out. Zero fucks given.

I could never get the hang Sundays.

Awww. Conor. Couldn’t have happened to a nicer bloke. I hope they need to amputate your whole fucking leg.

Dammit! I’ve been attacked by the Kraken again!

America. Fuck vaccines! Let’s hope Dad doesn’t get explosive diarrhoea, cos “Fuck Parasites too!”

Sheep are the key…

Today is not only my wedding anniversary, it’s my mother’s birthday. I have sent her, flowers, presents, cards and a video from my boys. Regular readers of this column will be completely unsurprised as to what she has said, or sent to me in reciprocity…

Kebabs are the GOAT. No. Literally. 🐐

16 Years...

Is BlueSky laggy or is it just my phone / tintertron?

Hydration Break. And no. Those go to meetings.

Not quite “out to get me”, but just reading about Restore Britain and Dunblane… JFC.

Nice out. I might be meandering a little on account of the rum…

Today’s song is Diligente by Chimerie. A bunch of old French dudes rocking out. What’s not to like?

Kracken and Ginger Ale? Kracken and Ginger Ale. 😋

School think my ADHD boy may be AuDHD and would like to refer him for an assessment. Fine by me. Not really a surprise I guess.

Solid 8.5 out of 10. Would recommend.

Pistachio generic Aldi magnum clone. 10 mins and I’m going in. Will report back.

Colombia vs Switzerland. Otherwise known as Charlie vs The Chocolate Factory.

@mindlesmandles.bsky.social My notifications took some reading just then!!!

Today’s song is We Care A Lot by Faith No More.

Current Status: Wearing Jorts.

Someone in Leeds evidently has a mobile no similar to mine. They’ve then mistyped it and are now using it on autofill. I’m loving tracking their parcels and confirming I’m ready to collect their packages. I’ve contacted the various companies and if they can deign to reply it’s “not my problem mate”

As I was saying…

Worth watching just for the line "Trump bum-tonguer in chief". Outstanding work gentleman.

News just in. Trump to appeal all 4 Belgian goals.

I seem to have very little to say. Think I over partied and depleted my social batteries. Hey. 👋

Will all the Cheese Sluts in the building please raise their hand.

Current Status: Getting pissed in a field.

Lil-Suspected Brain Bleed-Toast.

Micro Raucous headbanging last night. 🤘🎸

Biffy. Simon. Denim kilt. V nice.

Watching Believe Me. Fucking hell. Fuck.

Off darn ta big smoke on the ‘morrow.

Schools and communication FFS! Mini Raucs got a detention today for not doing his Maths homework. Fair enough he’s not done what he’s supposed to. Just done a quick check of the THREE apps they use, guess how many of these apps his homework was on? Go on. Bet you can’t. 🤬

Today’s song is Kill Your Television, by Ned’s Atomic Dustbin.

I’m out of coffee beans!!!

Clocking off early to watch the kicky ball then? Pub? Pub.

Things I have described my wife as: A bolt of lightning I managed to grasp, that I’d be insane to let go. A full send hedonist with all the self control of a dog in a pie factory. It must be love.

Who’s a knob? I’m a knob. Need to take Mini Raucous out of school, so I emailed them; but school is closed. Which I knew!

Tits are great. It’s not mature, and it’s certainly not progressive; but it doesn’t alter the fact.

Today’s song is North of No South by Biffy Clyro.

Having one of those days where I cannot hold a damn thing in my mind for more than a few seconds.

Watch La Haine. It’s a lot for my tired brain.

Mission accomplished.

Searching for @stopfordianneil.bsky.social eyes. Failing miserably. Though my attention span is more rabidly distracted today then usual. Not sure why I started this. Fuck it! I’m getting on my own nerves. Again!!!!

So checking through last nights posts. I can conclude, that when I’m so spangled I can’t even see my phone, I post with better spelling and punctuation than I do as standard. Figures. Also tired. Someone make me tea and a bacon butty please. 🫖 🥓

Current status. Raving in a basement. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Out out in Manchester. It’s hot, but cooling.